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Psychobabble is a humorous erotic serial featuring wacky personalities and wild sex. It is not for the faint of heart. EPISODE 103: BOMBSHELL Frantic about a serial killer on the loose, the Fleasburg Police Department recruits clinical psychologist Sid Sheister to help crack the case. Penniless and on the verge of eviction, the aloof shrink receives an unexpected visit from a voluptuous bombshell who may prove helpful in unraveling the murder of one of his clients.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
Willy Wanker
Psychobabble 101: Glazed
Psychobabble 102: Aghast
Psychobabble 103: Bombshell
© 2013 Willy Wanker. All rights reserved.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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Published on June 11, 2013
Last updated on September 17, 2016
ISBN-13: 9781301157518
Title Page
Also by Willy Wanker
Copyright
Dedication
WARNING
Psychobabble 103: Bombshell
About the Author
To Jane. That slut!
This book contains graphic descriptions of fellatio, group sex, threesomes, bukkakes and lesbianism. It is intended for adults 18 and up and should not be read to a child. If you are squeamish about sexual descriptions and situations, dark humor or risqué behavior in general, proceed at your own risk.
News of a serial killer sent shockwaves through the humble town of Fleasburg.
“Are you shitting me, Balls?” Police Chief Norman Pluckett primped his pencil mustache. “Well, what do you expect me to do about it? It’s your beat. Take care of it.”
There was a time was he was known as Norma, frustrated all day long because she didn’t have a dick.
“You’ve got a gun. Isn’t that enough?” her underling Raster Spinks sneered.
Without hesitation, Norma whipped out her pistol, a custom .45 with a pink handle, and busted a cap in his ass, earning a swift trip to my office.
“The truth is, I’m a man. God just screwed up when he was handing out bodies,” she confided in me. “Menstruation and sewing and changing diapers aren’t for me.”
“Really? So does that mean that you’re no longer attracted to men?” I asked.
“Oh no, I love men. And once I have the proper hardware, I’ll join their exclusive club and fuck them all in the ass,” Norma cackled.
I cringed at the thought of a penis being attached to the end of this lunatic. “So let me get this straight: You want to become a man so that you can fuck other men?”
“That’s right.”
“Well, what’s the point?” I shrugged.
“What’s the point?” Norma stood. “Why do only men have dicks? Why can’t a woman have one, too?
“Trust me, women have plenty going for them. Besides, if they had both, they’d just bake cookies all day and fuck themselves.”
“It’s better to do the fucking than be fucked over by some slimy, hairy bastard.” The psycho combed back her frizzy hair with her fingers. “And once I’m remade, I’ll have the biggest, shiniest dick of all!” She grabbed her pistol and shot up the conference room, nearly adding another homicide to the office’s dubious history.
“So what’s the prognosis, doctor?” A wisp of smoke curled from her barrel.
“Well, you may be dickless, but you’ve got one helluva set of balls on you. All clear to return to work.” I quickly signed the paperwork and handed it to her. &ldquo [...]
